Damn so this is what it feels like to lose love? Too many emotions swirling around in your head that your mind can’t decipher just which one it should be at a moment like this. You want to wish the worst for that person but you don’t because you hope they’ll come back. I laugh silently to myself. I guess there’s no greater equalize in the world than karma, and it just whipped my ass mentally and the physical feels like its coming. What’s real is that I deserved it and would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t.
My uncle Slick will be able to help. He’s always in situations and usually gets out of them unscathed. So I headed over, bamming on the door. No answer. I guess I should have called first. Damn unc, were are you and why is it that when I need you the most you aren’t home to help me. I guess I’m getting a little ahead of myself I mean we haven’t even been properly introduced just whatever voice you came up with in your head.
To my friends I’m known as Saint. Why Saint you ask? Because it sounds a lot better than the name my mama gave me: Saintonius Le`Ron Lewis. I really want to know what the doctors give women for the pain when they’re in labor because I don’t know if it was her medical high or her recreational high that made that name sound appealing to her. But I’m sure she had to be on something to come up with a name like Saintonius.
Ok, I need to stop that. I guess I shouldn’t speak ill of the dead then again, I never got to meet my moma so, for me, she’s really nothing more than a picture and a name, plus the stories I‘ve heard about her from family and old family friends. My mother died while giving birth to me. They said it was a sad event. She couldn’t wait to see me but never got the chance. After the hospital, I was shipped off to the slums of St. Louis to live with my mother’s brother, uncle Slick, the player of players and the one I learned all my skills from. As a matter of fact, my uncle slick is the smoothest player I have ever seen, to date anyway. Yeah, Unc was a certified veteran in the game of women. He had seen it all, done it all and had the stories and the video tapes to prove it. LOL. Old, uncle Slick, player extraordinaire and they threw a baby on him!
He took it on like a soldier though. My uncle took on the responsibility of raising a kid that he didn’t help make, which he had vowed to never do for any woman. He was a man who spent his entire childhood making sure he didn’t get any of his girls pregnant. He went as far as getting a vasectomy at 18 years old to be sure there would be no chance that the many babies women had tried to throw on him were his. I guess his sister didn‘t count and I‘m glad for that.
Tune in next week……………………..more to come on the great Saintonius!
